Quotes Galore : A Court of Mist and Fury (ACOTAR #2) Part II

I have compiled the first part of ACOMAF quotes, and have decided to split it into two parts as there are just way too many quotes that I loved from this book and wanted to include. So as promised, here are my favorite part the second part of A Court of Mist and Fury quotes.

I hope you enjoy!

And ps. if you have not read the ACOTAR series yet, please do! This series is awesomeness on top of awesomeness, if you haven’t give this one a try, you are missing out on the epic-ness that is Feysand!

“When you spend so long trapped in darkness, Lucien, you find that the darkness begins to stare back.”

He said softly, “I love it when you look at me like that.”

The purr in his voice heated my blood. “Like what?”

“Like my power isn’t something to run from. Like you see me.”

“I’m thinking,” he said, following the flick of my tongue over my bottom lip, “that I look at you and feel like I’m dying. Like I can’t breathe. I’m thinking that I want you so badly I can’t concentrate half the time I’m around you. I’m thinking that I can’t stop thinking about you. And that it’s been that way for a long while.”

“When you lick me,” he said roughly, “I want to be alone—far away from everyone. Because when you lick me, Feyre,” he said, pressing nipping kisses to my jaw, my neck, “I’m going to let myself roar loud enough to bring down a mountain.”I was instantly liquid again, and he laughed under his breath. “And when I lick you,” he said, sliding his arms around me and tucking me in tight to him, “I want you splayed out on a table like my own personal feast.”

“His eyes were open when I nestled my head against his arm. Within the shelter of his wing, we watched each other.And I realized I might very well be content to do exactly that forever.”

“Azriel would likely love Mor until he was a whisper of darkness between the stars.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”“You were in love with him; you were going to marry him. And then you … you were enduring everything and it didn’t feel right to tell you.”“I deserved to know.”“The other night you told me you wanted a distraction, you wanted fun. Not a mating bond. And not to someone like me—a mess.” So the words I’d spat after the Court of Nightmares had haunted him.“You promised—you promised no secrets, no games. You promised.”Something in my chest was caving in on itself. Some part of me I’d thought long gone.“I know I did,” Rhys said, the glow returning to his face. “You think I didn’t want to tell you? You think I liked hearing you wanted me only for amusement and release? You think it didn’t drive me out of my mind so completely that those bastards shot me out of the sky because I was too busy wondering if I should just tell you, or wait—or maybe take whatever pieces that you offered me and be happy with it? Or that maybe I should let you go so you don’t have a lifetime of assassins and High Lords hunting you down for being with me?”

“I’ve never seen him so happy as he is when he’s with you. ”

“You looked at me,” Rhys said, “and I knew you had no idea who I was. That I might have seen your dreams, but you hadn’t seen mine. And you were just … human. You were so young, and breakable, and had no interest in me whatsoever, and I knew that if I stayed too long, someone would see and report back, and she’d find you. So I started walking away, thinking you’d be glad to get rid of me. But then you called after me, like you couldn’t let go of me just yet, whether you knew it or not. And I knew … I knew we were on dangerous ground, somehow. I knew that I could never speak to you, or see you, or think of you again.”

“And then—then I learned your name. Hearing you say it … it was like an answer to a question I’d been asking for five hundred years.”

When she started torturing you, something snapped in a way I couldn’t explain, only that seeing you bleeding and screaming undid me. It broke me at last. And I knew as I picked up that knife to kill her … I knew right then what you were. I knew that you were my mate, and you were in love with another male, and had destroyed yourself to save him, and that … that I didn’t care. If you were going to die, I was going to die with you. I couldn’t stop thinking it over and over as you screamed, as I tried to kill her: you were my mate, my mate, my mate.“But then she snapped your neck.”Tears rolled down his face.“And I felt you die,” he whispered.Tears were sliding down my own cheeks.“And this beautiful, wonderful thing that had come into my life, this gift from the Cauldron … It was gone.”

“It killed me, Feyre, to send you back. To see you waste away, month by month. It killed me to know he was sharing your bed. Not just because you were my mate, but because I … ” He glanced down, then up at me again. “I knew … I knew I was in love with you that moment I picked up the knife to kill Amarantha.”

“But I couldn’t … I couldn’t stop being around you, and loving you, and wanting you. I still can’t stay away.”

“I want you to know, Rhysand, that I love you. I want you to know … ” His lips trembled, and I brushed away the tear that escaped down his cheek. “I want you to know,” I whispered, “that I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you.”

“I love you,” I said again. I hadn’t dared say the words in my head. “And I’d endure every second of it over again so I could find you.”

“He gripped my thighs and yanked me to the edge of the table, through paints and brushes and cups of water, hooked my legs over his shoulders to rest on either side of those beautiful wings, and knelt before me.Knelt on those stars and mountains inked on his knees. He would bow for no one and nothing—

But his mate. His equal.”

“You’re mine,” I whispered, dragging my hands through his hair, down his back, across his wings.My friend through many dangers.My lover who had healed my broken and weary soul.My mate who had waited for me against all hope, despite all odds.”

“And I was his and he was mine, and we were the beginning and middle and end. We were a song that had been sung from the very first ember of light in the world.”

“I was never afraid of the consequences of being with you. Even if every assassin in the world hunts us … It’s worth it. You are worth it.”

“I could die from this, I decided. From wanting him, from the pleasure of being with him.”

“I would be happy beyond reason, though, if you one day did honor me with children. To share that with you.”I turned back to him. “I want to live first,” I said. “With you. I want to see things and have adventures. I want to learn what it is to be immortal, to be your mate, to be part of your family. I want to be … ready for them. And I selfishly want to have you all to myself for a while.”His smile was gentle, sweet. “You take all the time you need. And if I get you all to myself for the rest of eternity, then I won’t mind that at all.”

You Illyrian males are insufferable.

Rhys had just said, Good thing we make up for it with impressive wingspans.

How do I tell Cassian and Azriel I don’t need them here to protect me? Company is fine, but I don’t need sentries.

He’d written back, You don’t tell them. You set boundaries if they cross a line, but you are their friend—and my mate. They will protect you on instinct. If you kick their asses out of the house, they’ll just sit on the roof.

“She will never love freely and gift it to everyone who crosses her path. But the few she does care for … I think Nesta would shred the world apart for them. Shred herself apart for them.”

He kissed my neck. “I don’t deserve you.”My heart strained. He meant it—truly felt that way. I stroked his hair again. And I said to him, the words the only sounds in the silent, dark city, “We deserve each other. And we deserve to be happy.”

Rhys’s eyes darkened, and I knew he read what I thought, felt. “You might be my mate,” he said, “but you remain your own person. You decide your fate—your choices. Not me. You chose yesterday. You choose every day. Forever.”

“Not consort, not wife. Feyre is High Lady of the Night Court. My equal in every way; she would wear my crown, sit on a throne beside mine. Never sidelined, never designated to breeding and parties and child-rearing. My queen.”